Tag Archives: words

July 19*

Posted on July 19, 2014 by othermindpress

it is in our memory when there were no words but experience seemed to sometimes coalesce into meaning, some sort of bewitching unity which gave forth—birthed—words and each word was a poem—marvelous, infinite blossoming to a litter of words, sentences, … Continue reading →

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August 6*

Posted on August 6, 2013 by othermindpress

i take my glasses off and try to shut down the words to the point where i don’t know if that tree will bite or burrow or fly off into the greying cosmos and then a clump of thimbleberries becomes … Continue reading →

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May 21*

Posted on May 21, 2011 by othermindpress

show me the wind. it is surely there, here after all, we have a word for it. *Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.

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March 22*

Posted on March 22, 2011 by othermindpress

neat tiers of books huge flocks of words captured and corralled in such a way that you begin to think nature is understandable. but step out the door. words do not flit through the air words do not squirt through … Continue reading →

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March 8*

Posted on March 8, 2011 by othermindpress

we and the world out there and the world in here          the twittering sparrow          the color of the sky          the heft of the planet          the uttering      the weaving          of words, dreams, agony, rapture this moment:          the complete          presented history          of … Continue reading →

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January 29*

Posted on January 29, 2011 by othermindpress

i curl into curl of shoreline sandstone              into the ground of chuckanut earth i open bare face to the sun, warming              like a preening bird. the placid wash of coruscate sea water on ears, brain. i am given all this. … Continue reading →

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